After the White Figure appeared, he stood motionless, his feet planted in empty air, his powerful aura enveloping the entire summit of Misty Cloud Mountain!
Feeling that aura, every disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect in the summit stands was filled with reverence. They dropped to their knees and paid their respects.
Though the elders and deacons did not kneel, they bent at the waist in respectful bows.
Even the gravely injured Yun Leng, Yun Li, and the others did the same.
As though sensing the situation on the summit, the White Figure looked over.
Every expert felt a calm yet heart-racing gaze sweep across them.
Then everyone saw it.
The White Figure lifted his foot and strode toward them!
As his foot stepped forward, transparent ripples spread through the space beneath him like the surface of water disturbed by a touch!
Then his figure flashed, appearing a hundred meters away as he approached the square.
With every flicker of his figure, the spatial ripples beneath his feet struck the floating masses of rock nearby, sending shattered stones flying!
In just a breath or two, the White Figure arrived above the square!
Only then did everyone clearly see his appearance.
He wore magnificent white robes patterned with clouds. His face was handsome, his skin fair, and his snow-white hair fell over his shoulders. His frame was slender, and his feet were bare.
A Red Mark lay between his brows. His eyes were closed, his bearing transcendent and placid as still water-the very picture of an eminent master.
The instant they saw him, everyone in the Misty Cloud Sect called out respectfully in unison:
"We pay our respects to the former Sect Master!"
In the air, Yun Shan slowly opened his eyes. He glanced impassively at the miserable-looking Yun Leng before